Erotic Stories Of Seduction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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Something aching to be molded. I met him in my Tuesday night workshop. "Erotics of Language"—a curated space for writers who wanted to learn how to use sensuality in storytelling. Most came in with curiosity or thinly veiled hunger. He came in with a notebook gripped like a lifeline and questions trembling on his lips. I noticed him in the third session. He waited until everyone had left to speak to me. “I—um—can I ask you something… off the record?” I folded my arms, tilted my head. “You just did.”

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“Does this bore you?” “Sorry, Ma’am.” It wasn’t so much that it was boring, it was that it was just stories. He needed more. “And then today, at lunch, I seduced a UPS guy. All tan and muscles, he looked great in his uniform shorts but he looked even better out of them. Nine-inch cock, at a minimum. Straight and thick. And boy could he eat. Someone had trained that boy well. I had three orgasms before we even got to the actual fucking. I thought about you—stuck here, cleaning the bathroom or the kitchen or whatever it was you were doing.”

The mere thought of the girl’s wet and slippery mouth holding his hulking girth, sucking it like a lollipop, and cupping her voluminous, lecherous tits to massage his heavy balls made the formidable man close his eyes and gasp heavily. Thinking of the girl looking at his giant shaft with those always-amorous eyes, pouting her soft white ass, her small cunt full of sticky obscene fluids, holding her pair of heavy breasts, sucking on a man’s hardness while her pretty little mouth produced captivating cries , all of it made him throb. She seemed like a natural seductress, born to drain men’s essence dry.

My chest heaved, my heart hammering as his green eyes pinned me where I stood. “Tell me you wanna suck my cock, pretty,” he murmured, his grip tightening, forcing my head to tilt slightly. “I’ll let you.” The words ignited something reckless in me, burning away hesitation. My lips parted, my voice trembling but soaked with hunger. “I… I want to suck your cock, Isaac.” His grin was slow, dangerous, like a predator savouring its prey. He leaned in, brushing his mouth over mine, teasing me with another kiss that barely landed before pulling away.

he hissed, his hips twitching upward. I smiled wickedly and moved back up to kiss him again, but Viktor quickly flipped us so I was on my back once more. He began his own exploration with renewed hunger, licking down my neck, between my breasts, over my stomach, and finally, spreading my legs wide. His tongue traced long, wet stripes up my dripping pussy, tasting me thoroughly before focusing on my swollen clit. Intense pleasure shot through me, and I cried out, fingers tangling desperately in his hair as my hips bucked against his mouth.

Then I opened my legs wider for him, resisting the overwhelming urge to close them. “Touch yourself,” he ordered, voice low and rough. My face burned with humiliation, but I obeyed again. My fingers moved between my folds, smearing my abundant juices around my swollen clit. I closed my eyes tightly, unable to bear the intensity of his stare. “Open your eyes,” he snapped. “And do not hide your moans.” I obeyed, releasing my bitten lip as I circled my clit faster. Soft, embarrassed whimpers escaped me despite my best efforts. The wet sounds of my fingers filled the room, making everything feel even more degrading.

Elena's pregnancy added a new layer of intensity to her affair with Victor, her body becoming even more sensitive, her desires amplified by the hormones surging through her. She craved him constantly now, her dreams filled with vivid scenes of their bodies entwined, his cock buried deep inside her as she screamed his name. The knowledge that she carried his child—a secret weapon against Marcus—only heightened the erotic thrill, turning every touch into a act of delicious rebellion. But she had to be careful; the web she wove was intricate, and one wrong move could unravel it all.